ANÍSYA [stops irresolutely] Oh, my head, my head! NIKÍTA. Well, give it here. I'll shove it away somewhere. ANÍSYA. Where will you shove it to? NIKÍTA [laughing] Why, are you afraid? Enter Akoulína, carrying clothes from the wash. ANÍSYA. O-oh, my poor head! [Gives the money] Mind, Nikíta. NIKÍTA. What are you afraid of? I'll hide it so that I'll not be able to find it myself. [Exit]. ANÍSYA [stands in terror] Oh dear, and supposing he ... MATRYÓNA. Well, is he dead? ANÍSYA. Yes, he seems dead. He did not move when I took it. MATRYÓNA. Go in, there's Akoulína. ANÍSYA. Well there, I've done the sin and he has the money.... MATRYÓNA. Have done and go in! There's Martha coming! ANÍSYA. There now, I've trusted him. What's going to happen now? [Exit]. MARTHA [enters from one side, Akoulína enters from the other. To Akoulína] I should have come before, but I was at my daughter's. Well, how's the old man? Is he dying? AKOULÍNA [puts down the clothes] Don't know, I've been to the river. MARTHA [pointing to Matryóna] Who's that? MATRYÓNA. I'm from Zoúevo. I'm Nikíta's mother from Zoúevo, my dearie. Good afternoon to you. He's withering, withering away, poor dear--your brother, I mean. He came out himself. "Send for my sister," he said, "because," said he ... Dear me, why, I do believe, he's dead! ANÍSYA [runs out screaming. Clings to a post, and begins wailing][4] Oh, oh, ah! who-o-o-m have you left me to, why-y-y have you dese-e-e-e-rted me--a miserable widow ... to live my life alone ... Why have you closed your bright eyes ... [4] Loud public wailing of this kind is customary, and considered indispensable, among the peasants. Enter Neighbour. Matryóna and Neighbour catch hold of Anísya under the arms to support her. Akoulína and Martha go into the hut. A crowd assembles. A VOICE IN THE CROWD. Send for the old women to lay out the body. MATRYÓNA [rolls up her sleeves] Is there any water in the copper? But I daresay the samovár is still hot. I'll also go and help a bit. Curtain. ACT III The same hut. Winter. Nine months have passed since Act II. Anísya, plainly dressed, sits before a loom weaving. Nan is on the oven. MÍTRITCH [an old labourer, enters, and slowly takes off his outdoor things] Oh Lord, have mercy! Well, hasn't the master come home yet? ANÍSYA. What? MÍTRITCH. Nikíta isn't back from town, is he? ANÍSYA. No. MÍTRITCH. Must have been on the spree. Oh Lord! ANÍSYA. Have you finished in the stackyard? MÍTRITCH. What d'you think? Got it all as it should be, and covered everything with straw! I don't like doing things by halves! Oh Lord! holy Nicholas! [Picks at the corns on his hands] But it's time he was back. ANÍSYA. What need has he to hurry? He's got money. Merry-making with that girl, I daresay ... MÍTRITCH. Why shouldn't one make merry if one has the money? And why did Akoulína go to town?